Chapter 1111: Let Him Be Completely Liberated

The setting sun sank in the west, and rosy clouds spread across the sky.

Outside Feng Huo City, on Cui Yun Peak, there was a stone table, with stone stools beside it, and a pair of teenage boy and girl were leaning against each other.

The boy was slender, his complexion slightly pale, and his face was delicate.

The girl wore a snow‑white long dress, her skin like jade, her beauty unparalleled.

The girl rested her head on the boy's shoulder, and in the sunset's glow they looked like a pair of celestial lovers.

"Yao'er, I truly wish we could stay like this forever!" the boy said softly, his face full of a happy smile.

"Ming brother, of course we can; we said we'd be together for life."

The girl's face showed a happy smile.

The boy's name was Lu Ming, and the girl's name was Lu Yao.

Seeing the smile on Lu Yao's face, Lu Ming's gaze grew even gentler; he clasped Lu Yao's delicate, boneless jade‑like hand and said, "Yao'er, although my tendons are blocked and I cannot condense true Qi, as long as I can awaken my Bloodline, the Elder Hall will purchase a remedy to clear my meridians, and then I can cultivate."

"I will definitely become a martial strongman and protect you for a lifetime."

"Thank you, Ming brother."

Lu Yao's eyes showed moved emotion, and she added, "Ming brother, a pulse‑tester once examined you—did you inherit your father's Bloodline?"

"Yes, Yao'er, so your future husband will certainly be a strong one." Lu Ming's face displayed a confident smile.

Lu Yao gave a slight smile, lifted the cup on the stone table; inside was the famous Blood Tongue Orchid Wine, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao flashed a kiss onto Lu Ming's cheek like lightning, her face flushing red, she lifted the cup and said, "Ming brother, here, Yao'er treats you."

Lu Ming took the cup and said, "Yao'er, you invite me to drink a cup of Blood Tongue Orchid Wine every day; I truly appreciate having you by my side."

Having said that, he lifted the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The fragrance of the Alcohol lingered on his tongue, and Lu Ming's heart was as sweet as that scent, but the next moment he felt the world tilt.

"Yao'er, why am I a bit dizzy? Your wine..."

Lu Ming leaned on the stone table, looked at Lu Yao, and at that moment noticed her expression had turned cold.

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Yao'er has been with you for three years just to nurture a Bloodline; the time has come—contribute your Bloodline, will you?"

At that moment, a middle‑aged man appeared from the side; he was Lu Yao's father.

Boom—

Like a bolt from a clear sky, it exploded in Lu Ming's mind.

"Yao'er!"

Lu Ming looked at Lu Yao in disbelief, but her eyes were filled with indifference.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's indifferent gaze was like a set of daggers piercing Lu Ming's heart; he let out a roar and lunged toward her.

But Lu Yao only stepped back slightly, and he fell to the ground.

"Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's Duanmu Lin began cultivation at six, opened two Divine Veins in half a year, entered the Warrior Realm, entered the Martial Master Realm at nine, and now at sixteen is one of the Four Great Talents of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. And you? Frail and sickly, your meridians blocked—plainly, you're a waste. Even if you awaken your Bloodline, you're still a waste; can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"Such a talent is the perfect match for me, Lu Yao; to marry him, I must awaken a powerful Bloodline. Since you love me so much, why not fulfill me—use your Bloodline to help me awaken an even stronger Bloodline?"

The indifferent voice came from Lu Yao's mouth.

Clang!

At that moment, the middle‑aged man stepped a foot onto Lu Ming's back, a spear‑like dagger appeared in his hand, and he shouted, "Lu Ming, offer up your Bloodline!"

Ah!

A piercing pain at his spine instantly engulfed Lu Ming; he let out a howl, his voice full of lonely helplessness and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming fell into endless darkness.

"Lu Yao, Lu Yunxiong, why are you stealing my Bloodline!"

Lu Ming roared, suddenly sat up from the bed, and the nan‑wood bed let out a 'creak'.

Lu Ming was drenched in sweat, his face pale; at first he thought it was a nightmare, but he quickly realized it was not a dream, but a reality that had already occurred.

The scene from several days earlier resurfaced in his mind.

Lu Ming, the heir of the Lu Family's main bloodline in Feng Huo City, his father is the Family Head of the Lu Family. Lu Yao is the daughter of the Grand Elder of the Lu Family's first branch.

The two were of the same clan but different branches; they grew up together as childhood sweethearts, inseparable, and privately had already sworn lifelong vows.

Lu Ming could never have imagined that Lu Yao would team up with the Grand Elder to strike at him and seize his Bloodline.

"Power—everything is because my strength is lacking; if my talent were extraordinary and my power great, how could they dare treat me this way?"

Lu Ming clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with blood vessels.

Waste!

That was Lu Yao's nickname for him; her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Squeak!

At this moment, the door was pushed open and a frail‑looking middle‑aged woman entered, looked at Lu Ming on the bed, and asked concernedly, "Ming'er, did you have another nightmare?"

The beautiful woman was Lu Ming's mother, Li Ping.

Three days ago, Li Ping, worried about Lu Ming's safety, went out searching and rescued him; otherwise he would have died.

Since the news six years ago that Lu Ming's father was killed while traveling abroad, he has relied on Li Ping for survival.

Lu Ming looked at Li Ping, his gaze softened, and said, "Mother, it's nothing, just a dream."

Seeing Lu Ming's pale complexion, Li Ping sat at his bedside, stroked his forehead, and said with a painful heart, "It's already been three days; each time you shout that Lu Yao hurt you, Ming'er, what's really going on? Could it be that your injury is because of Lu Yao..."

Lu Ming replied, "Mother, it's nothing, you heard wrong."

Lu Ming did not tell Li Ping that Lu Yao and the Grand Elder were behind it, because Li Ping does not practice the martial path; telling her would only endanger her.

Li Ping hesitated a moment, then said, "Ming'er, from now on you may not call Lu Yao by name in front of others. Two days ago, Lu Yao awakened a Level 5 Bloodline and also opened a Divine-level Meridian; she has now been approved by the Elder Hall. At the clan meeting two months later, she will take charge of the Lu Family, becoming its head. Calling her by the title Family Head directly might be considered disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is to take charge of the Lu Family? She'll never succeed."

Lu Ming let out a low angry roar, eyes bloodshot, teeth grinding with a creaking sound, as if they would shatter, blood flowing out.

It was rumored that Lu Ming's father was killed six years ago; for these six years, the Lu family has been managed by the Elder Hall, with no new Family Head appointed.

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Li Ping panicked, merely holding his head, tears streaming down, she said: "Ming'er, don't scare Mother, Mother has already lost your father, cannot lose you again."

"Father... where exactly are you? Ming'er believes you won't die; now, Ming'er is powerless, even the Family Head position may not be kept."

Lu Ming tightly gripped the pendant on his neck, using so much force his nails dug into his flesh, blood continually seeping out.

This pendant, cast of bronze, the size of a pea, was sent back by someone entrusted by Lu Ming's father before his accident; for these six years, Lu Ming has always carried it with him.

Blood seeping from his palm flowed toward the bronze pendant.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the bronze pendant trembled slightly and became scorching hot.

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant shuddered, turning into fine powder that drilled into his palm and vanished.

Then Lu Ming felt a scorching energy rise from his palm up his arm, after a moment settling at the Yintang acupoint between his brows.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed in Lu Ming's mind, shaking his mind with a buzzing.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The continuous roars kept sounding in Lu Ming's mind; then a scorching breath issued from the brow, surging toward his spine.

The next moment, the roars ceased, but a tingling sensation spread along his spine, his whole body becoming scorching.

"What's going on?"

Lu Ming was completely at a loss.

At this point, the tingling on his spine intensified, as if something were slowly growing.

"Ming'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Mother."

Sensing the abnormality in Lu Ming's body, Li Ping grew more frightened, at a loss what to do.

"Bloodline Rebirth? Could I really undergo Bloodline Rebirth?" Lu Ming wondered.

Ancient texts record that only very few people, after having their bloodline stripped or damaged for other reasons, can undergo Bloodline Rebirth, regrowing a bloodline.

However, the reborn bloodline is mostly low-grade, of little use.

But also an extremely few individuals can break and then be established, undergo Cocoon Rebirth, rise from destruction, transcend the past, and awaken a supreme bloodline.

But this probability is so small it can be neglected; ancient texts record hardly any cases.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline, Lu Ming didn't even think about it—the odds were too tiny; he would be thrilled just to awaken a bloodline.

With a bloodline, he could cultivate martial arts and change his fate.

Then the abnormality on his body gradually faded, Lu Ming's face showed a smile, and he said: "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young Master, it's great you're alright; these past few days you've scared us to death!"

At that moment, a girl walked over and said.

The girl was about the same age as Lu Ming and extremely beautiful.

Lu Ming naturally recognized her; the girl's name was Qiu Yue, a personal maid of Li Ping, who had grown up with him since childhood.

"Qiu Yue, I'm fine, don't worry!"

Lu Ming smiled and said.

Then Lu Ming glanced around, his face suddenly changing, and he said: "Mother, where is this? This is not the Lu Family Main Residence!"

Lu Ming's father had formerly been the Family Head of the Lu family, and they had always lived in the Lu Family Main Residence, but this is not it.

"Ming'er, rest and recover, don't overthink!" Li Ping said, but the fleeting sorrow and tears in her eyes were still caught by Lu Ming.

"Mother, what exactly is going on?" Lu Ming asked.

"Young Master, let me explain: we were driven out; Lu Yao said she would soon become Family Head, rightly entitled to reside in the Main Residence, while we had no right to keep living there, so they made us move out."

Beside her, Qiu Yue clenched her teeth, speaking out, her pretty face flushed with anger.

"What? Lu Yao, you're bullying too much!" Lu Ming roared.

"You good-for-nothing, why are you shouting? Having a place to let you stay is already a favor; you should be grateful."

Just then, a voice sounded outside the door, the door opened, and a young man walked out.

"Lu Chuan, is that you!"

Lu Ming shouted angrily, this person named Lu Chuan, the elder brother of Lu Yao, a bit older than Lu Ming.

"Lu Chuan, we've already left the Main Residence; what are you doing here?"

Li Ping said, instinctively stepping in front of Lu Ming, seemingly afraid Lu Chuan might harm Lu Ming.

"I've come to take the sword!"

After speaking, Lu Chuan's eyes scanned the surroundings; upon seeing a precious sword by the bedside, his eyes lit up, he immediately went over and grabbed the sword in his hand.

"Lu Chuan, this sword is the Sole Token left by Ming'er's father, meant to be kept for Ming'er's use; you cannot take it."

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan exerted force, the sword sheath trembled, releasing a burst of power; Li Ping, not a cultivator, could not withstand it, her body staggered backward, nearly falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming bellowed.